Warrior Witch

Crimson
dark
almost black
color of dried blood
streaked down side of face
frantic eyes
stare
a war
won or lost
based on the whims
of men in power.
Hear the drum
solemn beat
mournful horn
call to arms
ride to defend
no defeat tolerated
wipe out
destroy
old man market
of young flesh
darkest desires
passions met.
Set free
enslaved
set loose
demonized enemies
herald the call
a mountain will move
crushed beneath
torn away
waters of life
of the people
of change.
wild eyed
I stand
upon cliff ledge
below
beyond
lightening horizon
come the bringers of Death.
©August 9/20
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